10-08-2013, 08:25 PM
You all have lied.
Time doesn’t turn the tide against her pressing memory.
The passing moments fill me up with dust.
The hours dull me with their striking hands.
The way she brimmed my rooms
will fade you say?
More lies.
In the whisper of the rain
in the stirring light of May
in the hallway,
on the stair,
she rises up,
she’s there,
abiding still.
Time doesn’t turn the tide against her pressing memory.
The passing moments fill me up with dust.
The hours dull me with their striking hands.
The way she brimmed my rooms
will fade you say?
More lies.
In the whisper of the rain
in the stirring light of May
in the hallway,
on the stair,
she rises up,
she’s there,
abiding still.
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